Here's another poem! From December 2011, another angsty one :P
The thing about poems is that
I'm different each day
I never am the same, and every
time I start to write a poem
I'm someone new to be unraveled
and maybe that's this age
this feeling that I do not know
(who I am or what I want
or what I need or who I want to be)
anything at all, but even though
there are worse things to feel
and this will pass, I hate
this age with all my heart.
Tomorrow I might love it.
Kelia
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